TRAVEL NORTH FROM SKJEM TO HAMMERSGAARD
 

 

 Leaving the Sardar path, the one that leads to the Sanctuary, we took the path that leads to the North, we are in winter and certainly there are days of cold and snow ahead.
    By now Finnur Fiord was just a memory, we had not been able to meet any administrator, all left for the city of Sais for the Tsar
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     We had heard of a village called Skjen, on the shores of North Thassa, the weather had deteriorated, great black news on the horizon, the bitter cold of that Nordic region, convinced us to stop.
   We came within sight of the village by now almost evening, we climbed the slope that through a stone portal opened onto a clearing and all around small houses, and snow everywhere, we slowly crossed those houses looking around cautiously, often backwards for fear of being attached to the shoulders.
 I ordered the caravan to stop in that fairly protected place, and prepare to put up the tents as soon as we had permission.

     Bryanna and I walked up the steep path that leads to the great hall, there was no one around at that time, but when we knocked on the house a beautiful woman opened us and greeted us warmly, made us sit and offered us some warm wine from Cos, and after the usual introductions, she will guide us around the village showing us her beauty, she was a cordial welcome, we spent the whole evening talking about our travels and the cities of the South and the different way of living the Planet.
  The following morning we left Skjien to reach another not very attractive village, also on the coast where we were advised that they had good skins to trade, so we left when that winter sun was already high, we had a few hours of light so we reached Hammersgaard in forced stages. .
  Unlike Skjen, here people welcomed us as soon as we arrived at the pier of the port, where the entrance to the village is located, what I noticed immediately and Bryanna I confirm it, was that there were few men around but many few women. dressed, despite the bitter

cold. they welcomed us in the great hall even here they were very kind even if they had a different dialect from ours, they told us that soon that evening, they would have the village council, everyone arrived at the big house greeting us and taking place at the long tables, what seemed an authority he told us to set up the tents and the next day they would invite us to offer us their products.
   So it was that we stopped in that welcoming village full of beautiful women, hard from the North with their faces red from the cold without a veil, without losing their sensuality, even with those skins on not very elegant.
   Bryanna and I retired to our tent, updated our travelogue. It had been a beautiful day our men sat around the fire, drank and ate pieces of smoked Borsk meat, happy too.
   darianarliss